" He watched as Meg fidgeted with a strap on her swimsuit. "I like your new suit by the way."She smiled broadly. "Thanks. Compliments of my visit to K...atie."He winked at her playfully. "She has good taste. On the other hand, don't you think you'd be a little more comfy if you took it off? And besides - no sense getting tanlines."Meg giggled. "Hmmm...". She glanced around her, thankful for the secluded nature of the cottage. She looked out across the cove, at the cabins on the far shore, safely. His hands moved down to my swim bottoms, fingers sliding in to push them past my hips, lifting up slightly to remove them. A slight breeze was building and it felt cool on my naked body. I layed and closed my eyes as Jack touched and teased my body, the boat rocking so gently. I sat up, reaching to remove Jack’s swim trunks, his hard cock springing forward, almost glad to be free from its confinement. “ I want you Jack.” I whispered to him. He placed a long passionate kiss on my lips then. By now, I was sweating and heaving, I’d given her all I had. I pumped into her sloppy slit one more time and exploded, injecting hot semen into every nook and cranny of her spasming cunt, then collapsed onto her chest, spent. We laid there, breath ragged, bathing in our respective afterglows, senses slowly returning. “Jesus Christ, RJ.” Mrs. J. exclaimed. “Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” “I’ve never…well ever…been…” She couldn’t find the words. I just grinned, enjoying seeing her brain. If I hadn’t written down all that drivel in the middle of the night, I’d have no idea. I almost deleted it when I read it because it didn’t make sense. I’m glad I didn’t. I wrote down what I needed to know.Quid pro quoI woke up this morning in the little bed upstairs with Cinnamon cuddled up next to me. We were packed in with a pile of blankets on top of us. You’d think neither one of us generates any body heat. Well, I know for certain she does. She started out on the floor beside the bed,.